Jul 30, 2017

Major Themes Emerging in My Nearly Complete New Book, >Understanding the Minneapolis Public Schools: Current Condition, Future Prospect<

At the 8 August meeting of the Minneapolis Public Schools Board of Education, Chief of Research, Evaluation, and Accountability Eric Moore will present data pertinent to Minnesota Comprehensive Assessments (MCAs), Multiple Measurement Rating System (MMRS), and ACT results for academic year 2016-2017 that will constitute yet another damning indictment of MPS decision-makers for their inability to construct and deliver an academic program that can impart basic skills to students, let alone deliver a knowledge-intensive education of excellence.

 

I know that results will yet again be abhorrent because I listen closely to my students in the New Salem Educational Initiative, go into schools often, and follow MPS events more closely than anyone.  The composite picture that appears on my mental screen very clearly reveals an approach to education and a level of organizational ineptitude that cannot produce any appreciable change for the better.

 

I will put Dr. Moore’s 8 August report together with the mass of data that I have accumulated to yield a book (Understanding the Minneapolis Public Schools:  Current Condition, Future Prospect) that will stress these themes:

 

>>>>>    There is nothing at the Minneapolis Public Schools remotely resembling professional staff of the kind that we associate with business and the professions;  all personnel, including teachers, principals, and central office administrators have been permanently damaged by the degraded educational philosophy of education and low level of teacher/ administrator training inflicted on the education establishment by professors of education.   

 

>>>>>    Decision-makers at the Minneapolis Public Schools are not equipped to design an academic program that imparts sequential skill and knowledge sets capable of improving MCA, MMRS, and ACT results, much less give students solid grounding in mathematics, natural science, history, economics, literature, fine arts;  or the technological and vocational arts.

 

>>>>>    Accordingly, seventy percent of students enrolled in the Minneapolis Public Schools are not performing academically at grade level;  only sixty-two percent of students graduate;  one-third of those students who do graduate need remedial instruction in mathematics and reading once landing on a college campus;  and those who trek across the stage at graduation claim a piece of paper that is a degree in name only.

 

>>>>>    Graduates typically have little understanding of history and current issues pertinent to a range of domestic and international issues;  cannot identify the 1600s as the 17th rather than the 16th century;  have no understanding of the multiple meanings of terms such as conservative, liberal, socialist, communist, revolutionary, radical, reactionary, fiscal, monetary;  cannot identify the essential differences in the ideas of Isaac Newton or Albert Einstein;  have no idea of the approaches to psychology offered by Sigmund Freud, B. F. Skinner, or Abraham Maslow;  could not give an account of major genres of music with salient examples of musicians, whether classical, blues, jazz, or the multiple forms to which the latter two gave rise;  cannot describe how the electoral college works or the function and composition of the United States Supreme Court;  cannot differentiate the roles of the United States Senate and House of Representatives or convey any information as to the day-to-day functioning of those two bodies;  have no idea as to the defining qualities of major categories of art, whether in the United States or in the traditions and nations of Europe, Africa, Asia, or Latin America;  manifest the ability consistently to perform operations pertinent either to basic fractions, decimals, and percentages or those relevant to algebra or geometry---  much less trigonometry or calculus.

 

>>>>>    Although the Minneapolis Public Schools does have certain caring and capable individuals such as Chief of Academics, Leadership, and Learning Michael Thomas;  Chief of Research, Evaluation, and Accountability Eric Moore;  and Associate Superintendent Ron Wagner;  in-house training of teachers and administrators is woefully inadequate and the staff as a whole is not remotely equal to the tasks set before them.

 

>>>>>    Chief Financial Officer Ibrahima Diop is enormously capable, but he is routinely handed a budget that is ill-designed to deliver an academic program of excellence:  Financial resources are with irresponsible regularity wasted that should be directed toward the most important academic concerns of students.

 

>>>>>    There is a middle class viewpoint that dominates MPS decision-makers and school board members the falls far short of understanding programmatic imperatives for students from families facing challenges of economy and functionality.

 

>>>>>    The Department of College and Career Readiness, Office of Black Male Achievement, and Department of Indian Education are not capable of fulfilling their most important academic imperatives.

 

>>>>>    There is a murkiness in the authority structure at the Minneapolis Public Schools that results in the imprecise location of decision-making in some netherworld between superintendent (currently Ed Graff) and MPS Board of Education members Rebecca Gagnon, Kim Ellison, Jenny Arneson, KerryJo Felder, Bob Walser, Siad Ali, Nelson Inz, Don Samuels, and Ira Jourdain.

 

>>>>>    The current membership of the school board is not capable of making decisions impelling the academic program forward:  KerryJo Felder is refreshingly irascible but errant of aim;  Bob Felser is a silly and irritating distraction;  Rebecca Gagnon, Kim Ellison, and Nelson Inz are politically conniving;  all members aside from Don Samuels are deeply connected to the Minneapolis Federation of Teachers;  and Samuels is bombastically ineffective.

 

>>>>>    Superintendent Ed Graff came to MPS with an undistinguished record from the public schools of Anchorage, Alaska, the board members of which did not renew Graff’s contract after three years;  the latter left the district rife with the same essential failures as those of the Minneapolis Public Schools; and while he has made some favorable moves in reducing the central bureaucracy, he shows little promise for the design and implementation of an academic program of excellence or instituting proper supports for struggling students.   

 

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Understanding the Minneapolis Public Schools:  Current Condition, Future Prospect will proceed in three parts:

 

Part One:  Facts

 

Part Two:  Analysis

 

Part Three:  Philosophy

 

In Part One staff and school board members will damn themselves on the basis of objective data.

 

In Part Two I will analyze the precise problems that suffuse the district.

 

In Part Three I will detail the philosophy and program that must undergird the needed overhaul.

 

Understanding the Minneapolis Public Schools:  Current Condition, Future Prospect will shake MPS staff and school board members to their core and confront the public with the facts.

 

Then the remaining questions will be:

 

Does anyone really care about public education?

 

Does anyone, pretensions and attestations aside, care about making of ourselves the democracy that we imagine ourselves to be?   

Jul 29, 2017

Message to My Readers After an Eventful July 2017 >>>>> Decision-Makers at the Minneapolis Public Schools Will Deliver an Education of Excellence, or They Will Embrace the Professional and Public Consequences for Their Ineptitude

The month of July 2017 has been amazingly packed for me:

I returned to Minnesota on the Fourth of July after a 16-day sojourn tending to my mom.  Thereupon, I pounded out several blog articles;  issued the June and July editions of my academic Journal of the K-12 Revolution:  Essays and Research from Minneapolis, Minnesota;  took a group to the Great River Shakespeare Festival in Winona to see Comedy of Errors, worked on assembling two books (Understanding the Minneapolis Public Schools:  Current Condition, Future Prospect and Fundamentals of an Excellent Liberal Arts Education), made an appearance before the Minneapolis Public Schools Board of Education on 11 July;  then headed for Dallas with Barbara on 13 July to celebrate Mom's 96th birthday. 

Our celebration for Mom's birthday was a multiday experience of great joy spent with loving friends and family members.   The celebration began on Saturday, 15 July, and continued until Barbara and I departed on 20 July.  Successive days featured a trip to McKinney, Texas (where Mom grew up) on 15 July to dine at Rick's Chophouse on the town square;  attendance at East Dallas Christian Church followed by a gathering for Sunday dinner on 16 July (Mom's day of birth) and then Ryan's arrival that afternoon; a big celebration with balloons, flowers, a Mexican meal of my preparation, and cake on 17 July;  continued rejoicing at the serendipitously named Celebration Restaurant on 18 July;  and a day and a half of continued super discussion, tours of Dallas at my behest, and conversational review of festivities on 19 and 20 July.  

Barbara and I then headed for numerous spots in and around Big Bend National Park along the Rio Grande in Texas;  to the historically African American Langston University and town of the same name in Oklahoma;  and back home to Minnesota yesterday evening, Friday, 28 July.

As I move into August and September, I'll be plunging full speed ahead serving my students in the New Salem Educational Initiative, putting finishing touches on the two books, and conducting the usual round of activities pertinent to the K-12 Revolution.

I returned to Minnesota with a bevy of calls and requests for help from my previously enrolled students and many others who know that I am their only resource for the quality of academic service and loving attention that I render.

Thus am I forever motivated anew to advocate for long-denied people living at the urban core;  I feel honor bound to those who request my help.
 
The K-12 Revolution is gathering force.


I am pressing decision-makers at the Minneapolis Public Schools to deliver that excellence of education for which our students and families have been waiting a very long time.


They will deliver such an education, or they will they will embrace the professional and public consequences for their ineptitude.





Jul 12, 2017

Disaster in Microcosm: 11 July 2017 Meeting of the MPS Board of Education

The 11 July 2017 meeting of the Minneapolis Public Schools Board of Education represented in microcosm the disaster that is this school district.
 
This is a school district with a hopeless guiding document that three years ago (summer 2014) set fantastically unrealistic goals, in the absence of any plan of action for achieving those goals, that called for eight (8) percentage point annual academic achievement increases for the most underperforming student populations (students on free and reduced price lunch, including predominately young people of color).  This would mean that by now, three years into Acceleration 2020 Strategic Plan, there would be a total gain of twenty-four (24) percentage point gains for these students.
 
But over the course of the academic years ending in 2014, 2015, and 2016 fewer than twenty-two percent (22%) of female and male African American students achieved grade level proficiency in math , and fewer than twenty-five percent (25%) attained grade level performance in reading.  African American males peaked in math in the academic year ending in 2014, with 18.8% attaining grade level proficiency;  that figure declined to 18.3% in the academic year ending in 2016.
 
During those same years, fewer than twenty-six percent (26%) of female and male American Indian students achieved at grade level in either math or reading.  American Indian males peaked in 2014 at 18.3% achieving reading proficiency in 2014;  that figure had declined three percentage points to 15.3% in the academic year ending in 2016.
 
Among Hispanic students  over the years 2014, 2015, and 2016, the totals for all females and males came to fewer than thirty-four percent (34%) attaining proficiency in reading across those years and fewer than twenty-eight percent (28%) recording grade level performance in reading.  The figure for Hispanic males in reading peaked at 24.7% in 2016, a small incremental rise over previous years.
 
Thus, instead of that 24 percentage point increase in math and reading skills over the 2014-2016 period, achievement levels are generally flat or declining.
 
This situation powerfully demonstrates the Fantasy Land existence of members of the Minneapolis Public Schools Board of Education.  Outside consultant Michael Casserly of the oxymoronic organization Council of Great City Schools told these board members that he had never seen a plan with the guiding notion of “school as the unit of change” (as opposed to system-wide change) work.  There is a Great Leap Forward mentality about the plan that (as in the case of the late 1950s Maoist notion of underdeveloped China economically overtaking Great Britain in fifteen years) asserts worthy targets in the absence of any plan whatsoever for reaching the established goals.
 
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Two issues dominated the meeting on 11 July:  the looming contract with private 501(c)3 organizations for providing alternative school settings;  and the contract that also looms for approval at the 8
August 2017 meeting of the MPS Board of Education keeping School Resource Officers (reduced from the current 16 to 14) from the Minneapolis Police force in the schools.
 
The contract alternative schools that for many years have taken those students from the Minneapolis Public Schools perceived to need a different setting and credit recovery are Indian OIC (Takoda Prep), Loring Nicollet Alternative Schools, Menlo Park Academy High School, MERC Alternative High School,  NaWayEe Center School,  PYC Arts and Technology High School, Ronald McDonald House, Tatanka Academy, Urban League Academy, VOA High School.
 
Students enrolled in these schools receive attention sensitive to their life circumstances, but academically these institutions are degree mills with inferior, low-paid teachers and low-content curriculum.  Decision-makers at the Minneapolis Public Schools should admit that the perceived need to access the services of these schools represents a stark failure of MPS to articulate and implement a program that serves the needs of challenged student populations.
 
Many School Resource Officers (SROs)are sensitive to the student populations they serve;  others have been guilty of crass, insensitive, even racist interactions with students.  The perceived need to access SRO services arises in the absence of teachers and curriculum capable of giving an engaging, knowledge-intensive education to these students and for lack of a wide-ranging program sending on-the-ground staff capable of connecting to the most challenged MPS families right where they live.
 
Not a single school board member gives any indication of grasping the realities described above.
 
The 11 July 2017 meeting of the Minneapolis Public Schools Board of Education demonstrated the clueless incompetence of the members of that body and represented in microcosm the disaster that is the school district of the Minneapolis Public Schools.   

 
 

Jul 10, 2017

Every Day a Transformation in the New Salem Educational Initiative: Witness the Experience of Evelyn Patterson, Damon Preston, and Javon Jakes on the 9 July 2017 Trip to the Great River Shakespeare Festival in Winona, Minnesota


Every Day a Transformation in the New Salem Educational Initiative:  Witness the Experience of Evelyn Patterson, Damon Preston, and Javon Jakes on the 9 July 2017 Trip to the Great River Shakespeare Festival in Winona, Minnesota

Note to My Readers:  As with all of my articles referring to participants in the New Salem Educational Initiative, names given are data privacy pseudonymns.

In waging the K-12 revolution, my ongoing effort is to transform the lives of individuals via everyday experiences in the New Salem Educational Initiative, while applying unrelenting pressure on the system of public education to serve all students with a close approximation of my dedication and philosophical vigor.  This is the commitment to the lives of flesh and blood human beings in the context of a strategy entailing  1) the best program in the United States for direct academic instruction;  and 2) the most unrelenting activism in the nation impelling overhaul of our current system of K-12 education.

On 9 July 2017, Evelyn Patterson and her sons Damon Preston and Javon Jakes participated in a daylong sojourn that furthers the transformation in their lives that has occurred over the course of eight years of participation in the New Salem Educational Initiative.

I have issued many updates on the progress of Evelyn and her sons.

Recall some of the most essential elements in their life story and years as participants in the New Salem Educational Initiative:

Evelyn grew up tough on the Southside of Chicago, saw her father very little and from her late teens into early adulthood was estranged from her mother.  Just as rapprochement was occurring for Evelyn and her mother, the latter was killed in an automobile accident.  This and other jarring life circumstances threw Evelyn’s psychological constitution out of kilter for many years.  Matriculation for a successful year and a half at a Chicago area community college was interrupted and a plethora of bad habits led to contraction of the HIV virus before Evelyn sought more favorable turf in the Twin Cities.

Evelyn moved initially to St. Paul but soon found her way to the old, venerable, but now rundown area on the southern edge of North Minneapolis near Glenwood and Newton Avenues North.  She came to the Twin Cities with a fellow Chicagoan, Marcel Gibbs, a gangsta trying to live better but only with great difficulty engaged in extricating himself from his own bad habits.  A stormy nine-year relationship that found Evelyn moving a total of six times blessedly ended just a bit over a year ago, at June’s conclusion, 2016.

Having lived mostly in North Minneapolis and for a year in far South Minneapolis near the Crosstown Minneapolis-Richfield divide, Evelyn lived for two tumultuous years in East St. Paul before resourcefully gaining institutional support for housing in Coon Rapids.

Throughout all these years, Damon has thrived as my student in the New Salem Educational Initiative.  He will be a Grade 9 student at Coon Rapids High School during the coming academic year 2017-2018.

Javon was just six months old when Evelyn moved to the Twin Cities;  he grew to Grade K age watching his brother go off weekly to academic sessions with me, then Javon himself became my very precocious student.  He enters Grade 3 functioning at Grade 5 level in both math and reading.

I moved the family to Coon Rapids on 30 June 2016 because Evelyn was in the hole eight dollars and otherwise had no monetary resources to her name, making any search for $200 in moving services as remote as Never-Never Land.  

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For five years now I have taken five-to-six students per summer in two groups for trips to the Great River Shakespeare Festival in Winona.  Just yesterday as I write this on 10 July 2017, Evelyn and her sons went with me to see Comedy of Errors.  This event thus occurred on Sunday, 9 July;  the day before, Evelyn, Damon, and Javon sat with me for two hours reading my compressed version of this magnificent comedy.  Typically I cull the Bard’s work down to 12-15 paged compressions for presentation at our annual banquet.  Most of the time I read the whole play, with meticulous word-by word, line-by-line analysis rendered to my students who are going with me to Winona;  this year, with forays to Dallas to give time to my nearly 96 year-old mother, time just did not admit to the full reading, so I did as I did once before in doing a compression similar to that done for short-notice attendance at the Guthrie to see Othello:  I produced a longer, 20-paged compressed version and read this in my meticulous manner with students traveling this summer to the Great River Shakespeare Festival.

Evelyn and family loved the reading, the trip through the countryside and along the Mississippi to Winona, and they basked in the honor that I gave to them at the noon picnic and in the Chinese meal of my preparation in visit to my house on the way back from attendance at Comedy of Errors, at which they had the chance to converse at length with Barbara.  Damon was riveted as usual, Stacey was weepy in her elation over her experience (and seeing the family reunions that occurred at the end of this masterwork), and most impressive of all was Javon---  just on the cusp of entrance into Grade 3---  who stood with laser-like attention to the actors, in awe of the energetic presentation given by the most talented Shakespearean actors anywhere in the United States.

Great River Shakespeare Festival Artistic Director Doug Scholz-Carlson and Comedy of Errors Director Melissa Rain Anderson have much about which to be proud in accomplishing what they do for Winona, for Minnesota, for the USA, and for audience members such as Evelyn, Damon, and Javon in giving full-throttle effort and talent to making these experiences so rich.    

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Evelyn called me this morning with expressions of gratitude.  She also gave me an update on her sons’ successful 2016-2017 academic year with top grades for Damon and extended accomplishment for Javon. 

We will stay in touch throughout the summer via texts and emails.

Participants in the New Salem Educational Initiative are family to me, almost as important as my beloved Barbara Reed and treasured son Ryan Davison-Reed.

If all families are not as functional as we would have them, we must understand that there abide love and high hopes in all parents for their children.

We must know and get in our gut an understanding that if all families do meet acceptable standards of functionality, then any person of conscience will treat all families as her or his own.

The Pretension of the Convention of Hypocrisy in the Form of Plutocracy Parading as Democracy

Consider

the

pretension

of the

convention

and the

hypocrisy

of

plutocracy

parading

as democracy,

the charade,

the façade

of pretending

that you

care.

 

For those on

street corners

those among the

many mourners

for those

lost

and the

heavy

cost

of

pretending

concern

while creating

conditions

for despair.

 

Know,

then,

all of you

fancied

democrats:

 

Too many of you

are merely

plutocrats

living with

disdain

off of other

people’s pain

earning your

salaries

while watching

from the

galleries

looking down

on those

whom you

abuse,

use,

but leave

hanging in the

air.

Jul 7, 2017

Before You Scroll on Down to the Articles on Shakespeare in the New Salem Educational Initiative, Be Aware of the Impending Fates of Ed Graff and Rebecca Gagnon

For those of you who at least pretend that you care about K-12 education, consider my many articles in which I stress the need for activism at the local level, and be aware that next Tuesday, 11 July, I will be as usual first up for Public Comments at the monthly meeting of the Minneapolis Public Schools (MPS) Board of Education.  If you care enough to attend, know that this meeting is held in the first-floor largest assembly room at the Davis Center, headquarters for MPS central offices, located at 1250 West Broadway in North Minneapolis.


As I move very close to the conclusion of Understanding the Minneapolis Public Schools:  Current Condition, Future Prospect, I am going to be lowering the boom on Minneapolis Public Schools (MPS) Superintendent Ed Graff and MPS Board of Education Chair Rebecca Gagnon.  In the run-up to the publication of my meticulous collection of data and incisive analysis, I will be utilizing every venue (my television show, blog, numerous publications) as important for exposing the lamentable records and abiding hypocrisy of these two. 


I had been trending a bit more positive on Graff, given some adroit moves he has made in dismissing Chief Academic Officer Susanne Griffin and Teaching and Learning Executive Director Macarre Traynham;  his elevation of the roles of Michael Thomas and Eric Moore;  and his nixing of the Departments of Teaching and Learning, Communications, and Student/Family/Community Engagement.


But recent observation adds to evidence accumulated since the beginning of the Graff tenure one year ago that the new superintendent is given to limiting public discussion and making evasive, prevaricating answers when under close questioning.


Note to Graff:  Give me a call, understanding that I do not accept the intercession of administrative assistants, if you want to have a chance of improving your review at my behest.




Note to Gagnon:  You have no hope of improving my review of your irresponsible tenure as a member of the Minneapolis Public Schools Board of Education.


The day of reckoning quickly approaches for these two and the many other culpable parties in the morass that is K-12 public education.


So, my readers, be aware of next Tuesday's 11 July, 5:30 PM meeting, and all opportunities for activism at the level of the locally centralized school district where any meaningful change will happen.


Be conscious of the impending professional and public participatory doom of Graff and Gagnon.


And then proceed to the next two articles of relevance to the importance of William Shakespeare to my students in the New Salem Educational Initiative.





The Importance of Shakespeare in the New Salem Educational Initiative


As you scroll on down this blog, you will soon see my most recent compressed version of a Shakespearean play.  This that you will arrive upon first will be The Comedy of Errors, the stunningly hilarious work of multiple mistaken identities and circumstances.

 

Scrolling much deeper into the wealth of material now posted on this blog in 497 articles, you will find five other such compressions:

 

King Lear

 

Hamlet

 

Macbeth

 

Julius Caesar

 

Othello

 

 

The most practical impulsion to produce these compressed versions of Shakespeare’s works (from among the total of at least 36 dramas written by this greatest literary practitioner of the English language) has been the annual performances given by my students and me in the New Salem Educational Initiative at our annual banquet.

 

My inspiration for these productions came first in the course of the 2012-2013 academic year.  I have always used Shakespeare in my Psychology classes (at this point in my career, I have taught all major subject area courses at the K-12 level, in additional to East Asian history courses at the university level).  During the academic year of note, I had three extraordinary female students who made perfect daughters Cordelia, Goneril, and Regan to my own portrayal of King Lear;  we successfully presented that production at the June 2013 New Salem Educational Initiative Banquet and never looked back---  except to reflect upon our joy in performing these great works.

 

The hip-hop generation loves words;  Shakespeare is the best wordsmith in history, and the Bard’s themes are replete with resonances to the tenor of life at the urban core.  Less adroit teachers may feel the need to have recourse to the abominable and abominably titled No Fear Shakespeare, but as a genuine aficionado and highly skilled teacher I would never use anything but the original texts.  All of my compressions feature the Bard’s own words, presented in compact form for presentation in our 30-minute performances at the banquets.

 

This year, for the sake of time in a particularly busy summer, I am using my compressed version of The Comedy of Errors in preparation for a most joyous occasion.  After those banquet presentations in June each year, I typically read an entire work from the Bard’s magnificent collection with five to seven students and then go see that play in July with those students at the Great River Shakespeare Festival in Winona, Minnesota.  I pack a lunch, we drive along the Mississippi (which most of my students have never seen beyond the Twin Cities bends), taking a look at the rural scenes that are a first-timer for many of these urban young people.  Given vocabulary-poor educations in the schools of Minneapolis, I inevitably have to review the meaning of “rural” and “urban” for any students who have not yet encountered references to these words in my own instruction during our weekly academic sessions. 

 

I kid you not: 

 

Try these and many other perceptibly ordinary terms out with young people whom you may know, and you’ll get your own sense of just how atrocious are our institutions of K-12 education.

 

After we see the splendid production in Winona, I bring the students by my home for a meal of my preparation:   Once I became famous for my sweet and sour chicken and other Chinese and Taiwanese  accompaniments, any notion of varying the menu with my Mexican, down-home southern soul (which I cook for our annual banquets), Thai, South Asian, vegetarian, and vegan cornucopia became moot.

 

This is, then, an enriching experience for my students from multiple perspectives.

 

And the emphasis on Shakespeare is rooted in my propensity to be the adult who says, in the way of village elders of the past:  “Here is your cultural inheritance, which I am delivering to you as my sacred responsibility.” 

 

This is the sort of commitment that I make as my students and I study the fourteen chapters (Economics, Psychology, Political Science, World Religions,  World History, American History, African American History, Literature, English Usage, Fine Arts, Mathematics, Biology, Chemistry, and Physics) of my Fundamentals of an Excellent Liberal Arts Education.

 

Shakespeare is thus a vital component of my total commitment to be the adult that my students need in their lives, one who imparts to them their inheritance as human beings, giving them a knowledge-intensive education of excellence and preparing them according to the three great purposes of education: 

 

cultural enrichment,

 

civic preparation, and

 

professional satisfaction.

 

Jul 6, 2017

Shakespeare's >Comedy of Errors<, Compressed for Efficiency in Anticipation of Annual July Trip to the Great River Shakespeare Festival in Winona, Minnesota


Shakespeare’s  Comedy or Errors

All original lines by William Shakespeare  

Compressed for reading by students of the New Salem Educational Initiative

before attendance at Great River Shakespeare Festival production, July 2017

                                                                                                       

Gary Marvin Davison, Ph. D.                                       

 

Director, New Salem Educational Initiative





From Comedy of Errors, Act I, Scene One              [A hall in the palace of Duke Solinus of Ephesus]


 Duke:                    Merchant of Syracusa, plead no more;

                                I am not impartial to infringe our laws.


                                It hath in solemn synods been decreed,


                                Both by the Syracusans and ourselves,

                                To admit no traffic to our adverse towns:

                                If any born at Ephesus be seen

                                At any Syracusan marts and fairs;

                                Again:  if any Syracusan born

                                Come to the bay of Ephesus, he dies,

                                Unless a thousand pounds be levied,

                                To quit the penalty and to ransom him.

                                Therefore thou art condem’d to die.

 

Aegeon:               Yet this my comfort:  when your

                                Words are done,

                                My woes end likewise with the evening sun.

 

Duke:                    Well, Syracusan, say in brief the cause 

                                Why thou departed’st from thy native home

                                And for what cause thou camest to Ephesus.

 

Aegeon:               In Syracusa was I born, and wed              

                                With her I lived in joy;  our wealth increased

By prosperous voyages I often made

To Epidamnum.

Following me, she had not been long

But she became a joyful mother

Of two goodly sons, the one so like the other

                                As could not be distinguished by their name.

That very hour a meaner woman was delivered

                                Of such a burden, male twins, both alike.

                                Those, for their parents were exceeding poor,

                                I bought and brought up to attend my sons

A league from Epidamnum had we sail’d,

                                Before the always wind-obeying deep

                                Gave any tragic instance of our harm.

                                But longer did we not retain much hope:

                                The heavens did convey unto our minds

                                A doubtful warrant of immediate death;

                                My wife the latter born fastened unto a

                                Small spare mast;  to him one of the twins

Was bound, whilst I like heedful of the

                                Other;  my wife and I fastened ourselves

                                At either end the mast.  We discovered

Two ships from far making amain to us,

Of Corinth that, Epidaurus this.

 

Duke:                    Nay, forward old man;  do not break

                                                off so.

 

Aegeon:               We encountered by a mighty rock;

Violently our ship splitted in the midst.

Her part was carried and taken up by

Fishermen of Corinth.  Another ship

Seized on us and homeward [to Epidaurus]

Did they bend their course.

                                               

Duke:                    Do me the favour to dilate in full what 

                                Hath befall’n of them and thee till now.                                              

 

Aegeon:               My youngest boy at eighteen years

                                Became inquisitive after his brother

                                And importuned me that his attendant,

                                Reft of his brother, might bear him

                                Company in the quest of him.

                                Laboured of a love to see whom I loved,

                                Five summers have I spent roaming the

Bounds of Asia, and, coasting homeward

came to Ephesus.

 

Duke:                    Hapless Aegeon, I’ll limit thee this day

To seek thy life by beneficial help.

Try to make up the sum and live;  if no,

Then thou art doom’d to die.

 From Comedy of Errors, Act I, Scene Two              [The Mart]
 

Enter Antipholus of Syracuse, Dromio of Syracuse, and First Merchant.

 Antipholus:                        Go, bear [this money] to the Centaur, where we
(of Syracuse)                     host, and stay there till I come to thee.

 

Dromio of Syracuse nods and exits.

 

Antipholus of Syracuse and First Merchant face each

other in conversation. After a while, First Merchant bids

Antipholus of Syracuse goodbye:

 

First Merchant:                 Sir, I commend you to your own content.             [Exits.]

 

Antipholus:                        I to the world am like a drop of water

(of Syracuse)                     that in the ocean seeks another drop,

                                                So I, to find a mother and brother.

 

Enter Dromio of Ephesus.

 

Antipholus:                        What now?  How chance thou art return’d so soon?

(of Syracuse)

 

Dromio:                               Return’d so soon? Rather approached too late:

(of Ephesus)                      The meat is cold because you are not home.

 

Antipholus:                        Where have you left the money that I gave you?

(of Syracuse)

 

Dromio:                               To pay the saddler for my mistress’ crupper?

(of Ephesus)                      The saddler had it, sir, I kept it not.

 

Antipholus:                        I am not in a sportive humour now:

(of Syracuse)                      Tell me now, and dally not, where is the money?

 

Dromio:                               I pray you, jest, sir, as you sit at dinner.

(of Ephesus)                      I from my mistress come to you in post.

 

Antipholus:                        Come, Dromio, come, these jests are out of season.

(of Syracuse)                     Where is the gold I gave in charge to thee?

 

Dromio:                               To me, sir?  Why you gave no gold to me.

(of Ephesus)                      My mistress and sister stays for you.

                                 

Antipholus:                        Now, as I am a Christian, answer me.

(of Syracuse)                     Where is the thousand marks you hadst of me?

 

Dromio:                               I have some marks of yours upon my pate,

(of Ephesus)                      Some of my mistress’ upon my shoulders,

                                                But not a thousand marks between you both.

 

Antipholus:                        Thy mistress’ marks?  What mistress, slave, hast thou?

(of Syracuse)                    

 

Dromio:                               Your worship’s wife, my mistress at the Phoenix.

(of Ephesus)

 

Antipholus:                        What, will you flout me thus unto my face,

(of Syracuse)                     being forbid?  There, take that, sir knave.

 

                                                                [Dromio exits, holding his head in pain.]

From Comedy of Errors, Act II, Scene One            [The house of Antipholus of Ephesus]

 

Enter Adrianna and Luciana.

                      

Adriana:                               Neither my husband nor the slave return’d.

 

Luciana:                               A man is master of his liberty. 

 

Adriana:                               Why should their liberty than ours be more?

 

Luciana:                               As much or more should ourselves complain.

                                                If thou live to see like right bereft,

                                                This fool-begg’d patience in thee will be left.

 

Enter Dromio of Ephesus.

 

Adriana:                               Is thy tardy master now at hand?

 

Dromio:                               Nay, he’s at two hands with me,

(of Ephesus)                      And that my two hands can witness.

 

Adriana:                               Go back, slave, or I will break thy pate across.

                                               

Dromio:                               And he will bless that cross with other beating:

Between the two of you, I shall have a holy head.

 

Exit Dromio.

                                                               

 

From Comedy of Errors, Act II, Scene Two            [A public place]

 

                                                                Enter Antipholus of Syracuse and Dromio of Syracuse.

 

Antipholus:                        How now, sir!  Is your merry humour altered?

(of Syracuse)                     You know no Centaur?  You received no gold?

                                               

Dromio:                               What answer, sir?  When spoke I such a word?

(of Syracuse)                    

 

Antipholus:                        Even now, even here, not half an hour since.

(of Syracuse)                    

                                               

Dromio:                               I did not see you since you sent me hence,

(of Syracuse)                     Home to the Centaur, with the gold you gave me.

 

Antipholus:                        Think’st thou I jest?  Hold, take thou that, and that.

(of Syracuse)                                                    

 

[Antipholus beats Dromio]

                                               

Enter Adriana and Luciana.

 

Adriana:                               Ay, ay, Antipholus, look strange and frown.

                                                How comes it now, my husband, o how comes it,

                                                That thou are thus estranged from thyself?

                                                Ah, do not tear away thyself from me!

 

Antipholus:                        Plead you to me, fair dame?  I know you not.

(of Syracuse)                     In Ephesus I am but two hours old.

 

Luciana:                               Fie, brother!  How the world is changed with you.

                                                She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner.

 

Antipholus:                        By Dromio? 

(of Syracuse)                    

 

Dromio:                               By me?  I never saw her till this time. 

(of Syracuse)                                                    

 

Antipholus:                        Villain, thou liest; for even her very words 

(of Syracuse)                     Did’st thou deliver to me on the mart.

 

Adriana:                               Come, my husband, I will fasten on this sleeve of thine. 

                                                               

 

Antipholus:                        What, was I married to her in my dream? 

(of Syracuse)                    

 

Adriana;                               Dromio, go bid the servants spread for dinner.

 

Dromio:                               This is a fairy land:  O spite of spites!  

(of Syracuse)                     I am transformed, master, am I not?

 

Antipholus:                        I think thou art in mind, and so am I.

(of Syracuse)                    

 

Adriana:                               Come, sir, to dinner.  Dromio, keep the gate.

                                                And let none enter, lest I break your pate.

 

[Exeunt]                                                             

                               

From Comedy of Errors, Act III, Scene One           [Before the House of Antipolus of Ephesus]

 

                                Enter Antipholus of Ephesus, Dromio of Ephesus, Angelo, and Balthazar.

 

Antipholus:                        But, soft, my door is locked.

(of Ephesus)                      Go bid them let us in.

 

Dromio:                               [Within]  Let him walk from whence he came. 

(of Syracuse)                                                    

 

Antipholus:                        What art thou that keepest me out from the house I owe?

(of Ephesus)                     

 

Dromio:                               [Within]  The porter for this time, sir, and my name is Dromio. 

(of Syracuse)                                                    

 

Dromio:                               O, villain! Thou hast stolen both my office and my name. 

(of Ephesus)                     

 

Luciana:                               [Within]  Let him knock till it ache!

(of Syracuse)                                                    

                               

Adriana:                               [Within]  Who is that at the door that keeps all this noise?

 

Antipholus:                        Are you there, wife?  You might have come before.

(of Ephesus)                     

 

Adriana:                               [Within]  Your wife, sir knave?  Go get you from the door.

 

Angelo:                                                Here is neither cheer, sir, nor welcome. 

We would fain have either.

 

Balthazar:                            In debating which was best, we shall part with neither.

 

Antipholus:                        [To Dromio of Ephesus] 

(of Ephesus)                      Go fetch me something:  I’ll break ope the gate.

 

Balthazar:                            Sir, be ruled by me:  Depart in patience,

And let us to the Tiger for dinner,

And about evening come yourself alone

To know the reason of this strange restraint.

 

Antipholus:                        You have prevail’d:  I will depart in quiet.

(of Ephesus)                      I know a wench of excellent discourse.

                                                To her will we to dinner.

                                               

                                                [To Angelo] 

 

                                                Get you home and fetch the chain.

Bring it, I pray you, to the Porpentine.

For if nothing but to spite my wife,

That chain I will bestow upon mine hostess there.

 

From Comedy of Errors, Act III, Scene Two           [Before the House of Antipolus of Ephesus]

 

Enter Luciana and Antipholus of Syracuse.

 

Luciana:                               And may it be that you have quite forgot

A husband’s office? 

 

Antipholus:                        Sweet mistress---   Are you a god?

(of Syracuse)                     Would you create me anew?

Transform me then, and to your powers I’ll yield.

But if I am I, then well I know

Your weeping sister is no wife of mine.

Far more, far more to you do I decline.

 

Luciana:                               What, are you mad that you do reasons so?

Gaze where you should, and that will clear your sight.

 

Antipholus:                        As good to wink, sweet love, as look on night.

(of Syracuse)                    

                                               

Luciana:                               Why call me love?  Call my sister so.

 

Antipholus:                        Call thyself sister, for thee will I love and with thee

(of Syracuse)                     lead my life.

 

Luciana:                               O, soft, sir, hold you still:

                                                I’ll fetch my sister, to get her good will.  

 

[Luciana exits;  enter Dromio of Syracuse.]

 

Antipholus:                        Why, how now, Dromio?  ---   Are you a god?

(of Syracuse)                     Where runnest thou so fast?

 

Dromio:                               Marry, sir, I am due to a woman;  one that claims me,

(of Syracuse)                     one that haunts me, one that will have me.

 

Antipholus:                        What’s her name?

(of Syracuse)                    

 

Dromio:                               Nell, sir.  This diviner laid claim to me;  called me Dromio;

(of Syracuse)                     swore I was assured to her;   told me what privy marks

I had about me, as, the mark of my shoulder, the mole

                                                In my neck, the great wart on my left arm, that I amazed

                                                ran from her as a witch.

 

Antipholus:                        Go hie thee presently, post to the road.

(of Syracuse)                     I will not harbour in this town tonight.

If any bark put forth, come to the mart,

Where I will walk till thou return to me.

If everyone knows us and we know none,

“Tis time, I think, to trudge, pack, and be gone.

 

[Enter Angelo with the chain.]

 

Angelo:                                                Master Antipholus,---

 

Antipholus:                        Aye, that’s my name.

(of Syracuse)

 

Angelo:                                                I know it well, sir:  lo, here is the chain.

 

Antipholus:                        What is your will that I should do with this?

(of Syracuse)

 

Angelo:                                                What please yourself, sir:  I have made it for you.

 

Antipholus:                        Made it for me, sir!  I bespoke it not.

(of Syracuse)

 

Angelo:                                                Not once, nor twice, but twenty times you have.

                                                Go home with it and please your wife withal;

                                                And soon at suppertime I’ll visit you

                                                And then receive my money for the chain.

 

[Angelo exits as Antipholus of Syracuse

exhibits a confused look on his face.]



From Comedy of Errors, Act IV, Scene One           [A public place]

 

Enter Second Merchant, Angelo, and an Officer.

 

Second Merchant:           You know since Pentecost the sum is due; 

Therefore make present satisfaction,

Or I’ll attach you by this officer.

 

Angelo:                                                Even just the sum that I owe to you

Is growing to me by Antipholus.

 

Enter Antipholus of Ephesus and Dromio of Ephesus.

 

Antipholus:                        Buy a rope’s end:  that I will bestow and bring it home to me

(of Ephesus)                      among my wife and her confederates.

                                               

Dromio of Ephesus exits.

 

Second Merchant:           The hour steals on;  I pray you sir, dispatch.

 

Angelo:                                                You hear how he importunes me;---  the chain!

 

Antipholus:                        Why, give it to my wife and fetch your money.

(of Ephesus)

 

Angelo:                                                Come, come, you know I gave it to you even now.

 

Antipholus:                        Fie, now you run this humour out of breath. 

(of Ephesus)                      Come, where’s the chain?  I pray you, let me see it.

.

Second Merchant:           My business cannot brook this dalliance.

                                                Good sir, say whether you will answer me or no:

                                                If not, I’ll leave him to this officer.

 

Antipholus:                        Answer you, what shall I answer you?

(of Ephesus)

 

Angelo:                                                The money that you owe me for the chain.

                                               

Antipholus:                        I owe you none till I receive the chain. 

(of Ephesus)     

.

Angelo:                                                You know that I gave it to you half an hour since.

                                               

Antipholus:                        You gave me none:  You wrong me much to say so.

(of Ephesus)     

 

Second Merchant:           Well, officer, arrest him at my suit.

 

Angelo:                                                Here is thy fee;  arrest him, officer.

 

Officer:                                                I do arrest you, sir:  You hear the suit.

 

Antipholus:                        I do obey thee till I give thee bail.

(of Ephesus)                      But, sirrah, you shall buy this sport as dear

                                                As all the metal in your shop shall answer.         

 

Enter Dromio of Syracuse, from the bay.

 

Dromio:                               Master, there is a bark of Epidamnum

(of Syracuse)                     That stays but till her owner comes aboard

                                                And then, sir, she bears away.

 

Antipholus:                        What ship of Epidamnum stays for me?

(of Ephesus)                     

 

Dromio:                               A ship you sent me to, to hire waftage.

(of Syracuse)                    

 

Antipholus:                        Thou drunken slave, I sent you to buy rope.

(of Ephesus)                     

 

Dromio:                               You sent me to the bay, sir, for a bark.

(of Syracuse)                    

 

Antipholus:                        I will debate this matter at more leisure

(of Ephesus)                      And teach your ears to list me with more heed.

To Adriana, villain, and hie thee straight.

Tell her, in the desk that’s covered o’er with

Turkish tapestry there is a purse of ducats

And that shall bail me:  Hie thee, slave, and be gone!

On officer, to prison till it come.

 

From Comedy of Errors, Act IV, Scene Two           [The house of Antipholus of Ephesus]

 

Enter Adriana and Luciana.

 

Adriana:                               Ah, Luciana, did he tempt you so?

 

Luciana:                               First he denied you had in him no right.

 

Adriana:                               My heart prays for him, though my tongue do curse.

 

Enter Dromio of Syracuse.

 

Adriana:                               Why, man, what is the matter?

 

Dromio:                               I do not know the matter:  He is arrested on the case.

(of Syracuse)                     Will you send him, mistress, redemption, the

money in his desk?

 

Adriana:                               Go fetch it, sister.

                                               

Exit Luciana.

 

                                                This I wonder at,

                                                That he, unknown to me, should be in debt.

 

Luciana returns with the purse.

 

                                                Go, Dromio;  there’s the money, bear it straight,

                                                And bring my master home immediately.

 

 
From Comedy of Errors, Act IV, Scene Three                       [A public place]

 

Enter Antipholus of Syracuse.

 

Antipholus:                        There’s not a man but do salute me as if

(of Syracuse)                     As if I were their well-acquainted friend.

 

Enter Dromio of Syracuse.

 

Dromio:                               Master, here is the gold that you sent me for.

(of Syracuse)                     What, have you got the picture of an old

Adam new apparelled?

 

Antipholus:                        What Adam dost thou mean?

(of Syracuse)    

 

Dromio:                               Not that Adam that kept the

(of Syracuse)                     Paradise, but that Adam that keeps the prison.

 

Antipholus:                        What, thou meanest an officer?

(of Syracuse)                     Well, sir, there rest in your foolery.

                                                Is there any ship that puts forth tonight?

 

Dromio:                               Why, sir, I brought you word an 

(of Syracuse)                     hour since that the bark Expedition put forth

tonight;   and then you were hindered by the

sergeant.  Here are the angels that you sent

for to deliver you.

                                 

Antipholus:                        The fellow is distract, and so am I.

(of Syracuse)                     Some blessed power deliver us from hence!

 

Enter a Courtesan.

 

Courtesan:                          Well met, master Antipholus.

                                                Is that the chain you promised me today?

 

Antipholus:                        Satan, avoid!   I charge thee, tempt me not.

(of Syracuse)                    

 

Dromio:                               Master, is this Mistress Satan?

(of Syracuse)                    

                                 

Antipholus:                        It is the Devil.

(of Syracuse)                    

 

Courtesan:                          You and your man are marvelous merry, sir.

                                                Give me the ring you had at dinner,

                                                Or, for my diamond, the chain you promised.

                                                And I’ll be gone, sir, and not trouble you.

 

Antipholus:                        Avaunt, witch!  Come, Dromio, let us go.

(of Syracuse)                    

 

Exeunt Antipholus of Syracuse with his rapier drawn, and Dromio of Syracuse.

 

Courtesan:                          Now, out of doubt, Antipholus is mad.

                                                Besides this present instance of his rage,

                                                Is a mad tale he told at dinner,

                                                Of his own doors being shut against his entrance.

                                                Belike his wife, acquainted with his fits,

                                                On purpose shut the doors against his way.

                                                My way is now to hie me home unto his house,

                                                And tell his wife that, being lunatic,

                                                He rush’d unto my house and took perforce

                                                My ring away.

From Comedy of Errors, Act IV, Scene Four                          [A street]

 

 

Enter Antipholus of Ephesus and the Officer.

 

Antipholus:                        Here comes my man;  I think he brings the money.

(of Ephesus)

 

Enter Dromio of Ephesus with a rope’s end.

 

Antipholus:                        How now, sir, have you what I sent for?  

(of Ephesus)

 

Dromio:                               Here’s that, I warrant you, will pay them all.

(of Ephesus)

 

Antipholus:                        But where’s the money?  

(of Ephesus)

 

Dromio:                               Why, sir, I gave the money for the rope.

(of Ephesus)

 

Antipholus:                        Five hundred ducats, villain, for a rope?

(of Ephesus)                      To what end did I bid thee hie thee home?

 

Dromio:                               To a rope’s end, sir;  and to that I am returned.

(of Ephesus)

 

Antipholus:                        And to that end, sir, I will welcome you.

(of Ephesus)                     

 

[Antipholus of Ephesus beats Dromio of Ephesus]

 

Antipholus:                        Come along, my wife is coming yonder.

(of Ephesus)

 

Enter Andriana, Luciana, the Courtesan, and Pinch.

 

Luciana:                               Alas, how fiery and sharp he looks!

                               

Courtesan:                          Mark how he trembles in his ecstasy.

 

Pinch:                                   Give me your hand, and let me feel your pulse.

 

Antipholus:                        There is my hand, and let it feel your ear.

(of Ephesus)                     

 

[Antipholus of Ephesus strikes Pinch.]

                                                               

Pinch:                                   I charge thee, Satan, housed within this man,

To yield possession to my holy prayers.

 

Antipholus:                        You, minion, you, are these your customers?

(of Ephesus)                      Did this companion with the saffron face

                                                revel and feast at my house today,

                                                Whilst upon me the guilty doors were shut

                                                And I denied to enter in my house?

 

Adriana:                               O husband, God knows you dined at home.

 

Antipholus:                        Dined at home!  Thou villain, what sayest thou?  

(of Ephesus)                     

 

Dromio:                               Sir, sooth to say, you did not dine at home.  

(of Ephesus)                     

 

Antipholus:                        Were not my doors lock’d up and I shut out?

(of Ephesus)                     

 

Dromio:                               Perdie, your doors were lock’d and you shut out.

(of Ephesus)                     

 

Antipholus:                        Thou hast suborn’d the goldsmith to arrest me.  

(of Ephesus)                     

 

Adriana:                               Alas, I sent money to redeem you,

By Dromio here, who came in haste for it.

 

Dromio:                               Money by me?  Master, not a rag of money.  

(of Ephesus)                     

 

Adriana:                               He came to me and I delivered it.

 

Luciana:                               And I am witness with her that she did.

 

Adriana:                               I did not, gentle husband, lock thee forth.

 

Dromio:                               And, gentle master, I received no gold.  

(of Ephesus)                      But I confess, sir, that we were lock’d out.                                                  

 

Antipholus:                        Thou art false in all

(of Ephesus)                      And art confederate with a damned pack

                                                To make an loathsome abject scorn of me.                         

 

Exeunt all but Andriana, Luciana, Officer, and Courtesan.

 

Adriana:                               Say, now, whose suit is he arrested at?                

 

Officer:                                                One Angelo, a goldsmith:  Do you know him?

 

Adriana:                               I know the man.  What is the sum he owes?                      

 

Officer:                                                Two hundred ducats.

 

Courtesan:                          When your husband all in rage today

                                                Came to my house and took away my ring---

                                                Straight after did I meet him with a chain.

 

Adriana:                               It may be so, but I did never see it.

                                                Come, gaoler, bring me where the goldsmith is:

                                                I long to know the truth hereof at large.                              

 

Enter Antipholus of Syracuse with his rapier drawn, and Dromio of Syracuse.

 

Luciana:                               God, for mercy, they are loose again.

 

Adriana:                               And come with naked swords,

Let’s call for more help to have them bound again.

 

Officer:                                                Away, they’ll kill us.



Exeunt all but Antipholus of Syracuse and Dromio of Syracuse.

 

 

Antipholus:                        I see witches are afraid of swords.

(of Syracuse)                     Come to the Centaur;  fetch our stuff from hence;

                                                I would not stay tonight for all the town. 

 

 

From Comedy of Errors, Act V, Scene One                            [A street before a priory.]

 

Enter Second Merchant and Angelo.

 

Angelo:                                                I am sorry, sir, that I have hindered you,

                                                But I protest he had the chain of me.

 

Second Merchant:           Speak softly:  yonder, as I think, he walks.

 

Enter Antipholus of Syracuse and Dromio of Syracuse.

 

Angelo:                                                This chain which now you wear so openly  

You had of me;  can you deny it?

 

Antipholus:                        I think I had;  I never did deny it.

(of Syracuse)

 

Second Merchant:           Yes, you did, sir, and foreswore it too.

                                                I defy thee for a villain.

 

Antipholus of Syracuse and Second Merchant draw.

 

Enter Adriana, Courtesan, and others.

 

Adriana:                               Hold, hurt him not, for God’s sake!  He is mad.

                                                Some get within him, take his sword away:

                                                Bind Dromio too, and bear them to my house.

 

Dromio:                               Run, master, run.  This is some priory.

(of Syracuse)                     In, or we are spoil’d!

 

Exeunt Antipholus of Syracuse and Dromio of Syracuse to Priory.

 

Enter the Lady Abbess.

 

Abbess:                                                Be quiet, people.  Wherefore are you going hither?

 

Adriana:                               To fetch my poor distracted husband hence.

Let us come in,that we may bind him fast

And bear him home for his recovery.

 

Abbess:                                                Be quiet and depart:  Thou shalt not have him.

 

Exit the Lady Abbess.

 

Luciana:                               Go complain unto the duke of this indignity.

 

Second Merchant:           Anon, I’m sure, the duke himself in person

                                                Comes this way to the melancholy vale,

                                                The place of death and sorry execution,

                                                Behind the ditches of the abbey here.

 

Abbess:                                                Upon what cause?

 

Second Merchant:           To see a reverend Syracusian merchant

Who put unlickily into this bay

Against the law and statues of this town,

Beheaded publicly for his offense.

 

Enter Duke, attended;  Aegeon, bareheaded; with the Headsman and other officers.

 

Adriana:                               Justice, most sacred duke, against the abbess.

                                                Antipholus my husband this ill day

                                                A most outrageous fit of madness took him;

                                                With his bondsman, all mad as he,---

                                                fled into this abbey, and here the abbess

                                                shuts the gates on us.

 

Duke:                                    Long since thy husband served me

In my wars, and to thee I engaged a prince’s word,

to do him all the grade and good I could.

Go, some of you, knock at the abbey gate

And bid the abbess come to me.

 

Enter Antipholus of Ephesus and Dromio of Ephesus.

 

Antipholus:                        Justice, most gracious duke, O

(of Ephesus)                      grant me justice!

 

 Aegeon:                              Unless the fear of death doth make me dote,

                                                I see my son Antipholus and Dromio.

 

Antipholus:                        Justice, sweet prince, against that woman there,

(of Ephesus)                      She to whom you gave to be my wife,

                                                That hath abused and dishonoured me.

                                                This day, great duke, she shut the doors upon me,

                                                While harlots did feed in my house.

 

Adriana:                               No, my good lord:  Myself, he, and my sister

                                                Today did dine together.

 

Luciana:                               She tells your highness simple truth.

 

Angelo:                                                O perjured woman!  They are both forsworn;

In this the madman justly chargeth them.

 

Antipholus:                        That goldsmith there could witness it,

(of Ephesus)                      for he was with me then;

                                                Who parted with a chain.

 

Duke:                                    Had he chain of you or no?

 

Angelo:                                                He had, my lord, and when he ran in here,

These people saw the chain around his neck.

 

Antipholus:                        I never came within these abbey-walls:

(of Ephesus)                      I never saw the chain, so help me Heaven!

 

Duke:                                    Why, what an intricate speech is this!

I think you have all drunk of Circe’s cup.

 

Dromio:                               Sir, he dined with her there, at the Porpentine.

(of Ephesus)

 

Courtesan:                          He did, and from my finger snatch’d that ring.

 

Antipholus:                        ‘Tis true, my liege;  this ring I had of her.

(of Ephesus)                     

 

Duke:                                    Saw’st thou him enter at the abbey here?

                               

Courtesan:                          As sure, my liege, as I do see your grace.

 

Duke:                                    Why, this is strange.  Go call the abbess hither.

I think you are all mated, or stark mad.

 

                                                                                Exit one to the abbess.

 

Aegeon:                               Most mighty duke, vouchsafe me speak a word:

                                                Haply I see a friend who will save my life.

                                                Is not your name, sir, call’d Antipholus,

                                                And is not that your bondman, Dromio?

 

Antipholus:                        I never saw you in my life till now.

(of Ephesus)                     

                                               

Aegeon:                               Dromio, nor thou?

 

Dromio:                               No, trust me sir, nor I.

(of Ephesus)

 

                                                Reenter Abbess, with Antipholus of Syracuse and Dromio of Syracuse.

 

Antipholus:                        Aegeon art thou not? Or else a ghost?

(of Syracuse)

 

Dromio:                               O, my old master, who hath bound him here?

(of Syracuse)

 

Abbess:                                                Whoever bound him, I will loose his bonds

And gain a husband by his liberty.

 

Aegeon:                               If I dream not, thou art Aemilia.

 

Abbess:                                                By men of Epidamnum he and I were taken up;

But by and by rude fishermen of Corinth

By force took Dromio and my son from them

And me they left with those of Epidamnum.

 

Duke:                                    Why, here begins his morning story right:

These two Anthipholuses, these two so alike,

And these two Dromios, one in semblance,---

These are the parents of these children,

Which accidentally are met together.

 

Antipholus:                        These ducats pawn I for my father here.

(of Ephesus)

 

Duke:                                   Thou shalt not need;  thy father has his life.

 

Courtesan:                          Sir, I must have that diamond from you.

 

Antipholus:                        Thou take it;  and much thanks for my good cheer.

(of Ephesus)

 

Abbess:                                                Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the pains

                                                To go with us into the abbey here

                                                And hear at large discoursed our fortunes.

Thirty-three years have I gone in travail

                                                Of you, my sons;  and until this present hour

My heavy burthen never delivered.

The duke, my husband and my children both,

And you the calendars of their nativity,

Go to a gossips’ feast, and go with me,

After so long grief, such festivity!

 

Duke:                                    With all my heart;  I’ll gossip at this feast.

 

                                                Exeunt all but Antipholus of Syracuse, Antipholus of Ephsesus,

                                                Dromio of Syracuse, and Dromio of Ephesus.

 

Dromio:                               Master, shall I fetch your stuff from shipboard?

(of Syracuse)

 

Antipholus:                        Dromio, what stuff of mine hast thou embark’d?

(of Ephesus)

 

Antipholus:                        He speaks to me.  I am your master, Dromio.

(of Syracuse)                     Come, go with us;  we’ll look to that anon:

                                                Embrace your brother there;  rejoice with him.

 

                                                                Exeunt Antipholus of Syracuse and Antipholus of Ephsesus.

                                               

Dromio:                               Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother.

(of Ephesus)                      I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth.

                                                Will you walk in to see their gossiping?

 

Dromio:                               Not I , sir;  you are my elder.

(of Syracuse)                    

 

Dromio:                               That’s a question:  How shall we try it?

(of Ephesus)                     

 

Dromio:                               We’ll draw cuts for the senior:  Till then, head thou first.

(of Syracuse)                    

 

Dromio:                               Nay, then, thus:

(of Ephesus)                      We came into this world brother and brother;

                                                And now let’s go hand in hand, not one before

                                                the other.

 

Exeunt.

 

Finis.